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A  DAY  AND  ITS  DREAMS 


A    DAY    AND    ITS 
DREAMS 


BY 

JAMES  P.  WHEDON 


L.  C.  KUSSNER 

PUBLISHER 

CHICAGO 


Copyright,  1910,  by 
L.  C.  KUSSNER,  CHICAGO 


International  Copyright  Secured 


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some  one,  somewhere,  who  has  al- 
ways  understood  and  always  will 
understand  the  unspoken  language  of 
the  soul,  who  loves  all  the  beautiful 
things  of  earth,  yet  delights  to  revel  in 
the  "land  o*  dreams,"  I  dedicate  myself 
and  this  little  book  of  verse. 

J.  P.  W. 


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Content^ 


PAGE 

A  DAY  AND  ITS  DREAMS n 

HOPE 12 

LOVE  IN  A  COTTAGE 13 

TRUTH 14 

DREAM  SONG 15 

JUST  BECAUSE 16 

MY  BOYHOOD  DAYS 17 

A  VOICELESS  SONG 18 

FAITH  THAT  WAITETH 19 

WERE  SHE  OTHER  THAN  SHE  Is             .  20 

MAY 21 

JUNE 22 

LOVE'S  SONG 23 

EXTREMES 24 

LOVE  You 25 

THE  OLD  LOVE  AND  THE  NEW     ...  26 

ALONE 27 

WOULD  You?    WOULD  I?                  .      .  28 


WOULD  I  MIGHT  WAKEN  THEE  ...  29 

HAPPINESS 30 

SORROW 31 

To  THE  QUEEN  OF  SIRENS      ....  32 

MY  LOVE,  MY  STARS    ......  33 

SAD  MEMORIES 34 

NOT  WORTHY  You 35 

REVERIE 36 

A  CHILD  OF  HOPE 37 

SOMEWHERE 38 

To  "Bos" 39 

WERE  IT  NOT  BETTER? 40 

GOD'S  TEMPLE 41 

JULY 42 

DEVOTION 43 

To  A  PICTURE 44 

A  THOUGHT  UNTOLD 45 

ENTREATY 46 

CONTENT 47 

LOVE'S  DEEPEST  DEPTHS 48 

DISCONTENT       .  49 

STORM  TO  CALM 50 

THE  KING'S  LAMENT 51 

LIFE 52 

WHEN  DREAMS  COME  TRUE     ....  53 

SLEEP 54 

8 


A  DREAM 55 

THE  DEATH  OF  A  ROSE 56 

UNANSWERED -      •  57 

SORROW  UNTOLD 58 

WHEN  THOU  ART  NEAR 59 

UNREST ...  60 

"  WILL-O'-THE-WISP  " 62 

To  A  ROSE 63 

NEW  YEAR  GREETING 64 

"  BON  VOYAGE  " 65 

LOVE'S  MYSTERY 66 

Duo 67 

LOVE'S   WAY 68 

To  A  BRIDE 69 

Too  SOON  ! 70 

ONLY  A  ROSB 71 

WORLD  OF  FATE            72 

ENCHANTMENT 73 

To  INSPIRATION 74 

WINTER  WINDS 75 

WHY? ,76 

LOVE'S  PERFECT  WAY 77 

MY  DEARIE  DEAR 78 

SUPPLICATION 79 

VIOLETS 80 

A  BIRTHDAY  GREETING                              ,  81 


INDIFFERENCE 82 

TIME'S  TRIO 83 

REMEMBER? 84 

You! 85 

SWEETHEARTS  ! 86 

SUMMERLAND 88 

WlNTERLAND 89 

PROCESSIONAL 9° 

MOTHER 91 

"GOOD-BYE" 92 


2Dap  anli 


A  dream  and  a  day, 

A  day  and  its  dreams ; 
A  dream  and  a  day, 

And  all  of  it  seems 
The  birth  of  a  soul 

In  shadow  of  death; 
A  day  and  its  dreams, 

The  whiff  of  a  breath. 


Mysterious  comforter  of  life; 

Alluring  star,  whose  golden  beams 
Lead  souls  of  men  to  castles 

Fair  in  land  of  dreams. 
It  makes  the  heart  of  age  rejoice, 

It  bids  the  heart  of  youth  be  brave, 
And  with  sweet  music  of  expectancy, 

It  charms  us  onward  to  the  grave. 


in  a  Cottage 


I  live  in  a  lowland  cottage, 

On  the  hill  is  a  castle  fair, 
But  the  roses  bloom  in  my  garden 

As  sweet  as  they  do  up  there; 
I  love  my  Love  so  dearly, 

I  wonder  if  love  up  there 
Is  sweet  as  mine  in  the  lowland, 

With  never  a  thought  of  care. 


Unchanging  consequence  of  right 
Through  time  unchanged, 

Thou  art  man's  deathless  soul; 
Aye,  God  explained. 


SDream 


Oh,  song  in  a  poet's  dream, 
Sweet  dream  in  a  poet's  song, 

Song  hath  its  birth  in  dreams, 
And  dreams  find  life  in  song. 


Just  a  ripple  sweet  of  laughter, 

Just  a  gentle  little  sigh, 
Just  a  winning  smile  so  tender, 

Just  a  twinkle  in  her  eye. 

Why  should  laughter  be  so  joyous? 

Why  should  sighs  bring  peace  to 
me? 

Why  should  smiles  be  golden  sun 
beams  ? 

Why  should  eyes  enrapture  me? 

Just  because  I  love  her  dearly, 
Just  because  she  loveth  me, 

Just  because  /  love  to  love  her 
And  she's  all  the  world  to  me. 


16 


Would  I  could  liye  anew 

My  boyhood  days, 

Their  joyous  ways 
'Neath  sky  of  cloudless  blue; 
'Twas  easy  then  to  be  content, 
To  run  with  feet  all  bare, 

And  clothes  all  rent, 
With  ne'er  a  thought  of  care, 

By  stream,  through  wood, 
O'er  meadow,  field  and  fallow. 

Oh,  would  I  could 
Return  as  doth  the  swallow 
In  the  spring, 
And  sing, 

And  dance  with  joy 

To  be  again  a  boy. 


Where  art  thou,  spirit 
Of  the  song  I'd  sing? 
Wherefore  no  voice  within 
Thy  temple  walls?     I  bring 
Thee  incense  sweet  of  myrrh 
And  rose,  with  birth  of  spring, 
Yet  vain  to-day  is  all 
My  worshiping. 


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f aitfj  tljat  Waitttfy 


Oh,  star  that  fadeth 

In  a  cloud  of  gloom  ; 
Oh,  love  that  kneeleth 

At  a  silent  tomb; 
Oh,  night  that  dieth 

In  the  arms  of  day  ; 
Oh,  faith  that  waiteth 

An  adjustment  day. 


Cijan 


She  is  not  fair, —  that  is,  not  fair  as 

lily-bloom, 

But  still  so  fair  is  she  I  love, 
That  were  she  other  than  she  is, 
Methinks  the  angels  from  yon  far 

above 

Would  take  her  from  me  to  their  hid 
ing-place, 
And   I,  poor  soul,  in   sadness  sit 

alone, 

With  but  a  memory  of  her  winning 
grace. 


A  sheaf  of  happy  hours 

I  count  mine  own  to-day; — 

Sweet  spring-time  flowers 
And  birds  who  left  me 

Lone  in  winter  drear, 

Returning,  bring  me  cheer:  — 
And  so  to  thee,  dear  May, 

And  bird  and  flow'ring  tree, 
I  sing  a  roundelay, 

This  spring-tide  jubilee 
Of  happy  hours, 
Of  May-born  flowers! 


A  straying  zephyr 
And  a  waveless  sea; 
A  skylark  singing, 
And  a  honey-bee 
Home  going  happily. 

A  lover  wooing, 

And  a  radiant  moon, 

A  maiden  list'ning; 

And  the  world  in  tune 

To  love:  Ah,  glorious  June! 


The  melody  of  birds 
At  early  morn, 

When  in  the  East 
The  sun  is  born, 
Is  sweet. 

But  oh,  the  rhapsody 
Of  love's  sweet  song; 

Its  rhythmic  tone 
The  whole  day  long 
Is  peace. 


To  one  the  sun  looks  bright, 
E'en  through  a  cloud; 

To  one  all  days  seem  night, 
The  sun  a  shroud. 

Why  changeth  thus  life's  view 
Through  different  eyes, 

One  seeing  earth  a  hell 
The  other  paradise ! 


iou  ! 


Love  you!  aye,  beyond 
Words  sweetly  told 

By  princes,  kings, 
And  queens  of  old. 

Love  you!  aye,  beyond 
All  loves  of  old,  of  new  ; 

I  'd  die  for  you,  sweetheart, 
Yet  long  to  live  for  you. 


flotoc  anti  tlje 


A  withered  flower, 

That's  all; 
And  yet  the  hour 
It  lived  doth  call 
Again  to  me 
A  memory! 

A  new-born  flower 

Now  all ; 
Ah,  will  its  hour 
Die  too  and  call 
Again  to  me 
A  memory? 


What  sorrow  in  that  word! 
Ah,  had  it  but  occurred 
To  me  ere  'twas  too  late, 
How  I  would  supplicate 
Thy  staying:  no  plea  untold, 
No  prayer  unsaid,  if  I  might  fold 
Thee  close  as  yesternight, 
And  kiss  thee  now  a  sweet  "good 
night:"- 

Alone! 
What  sorrow  in  that  word 

Alone! 


fteouto  foil?  fteouto 


To  touch  her  dainty  hand, 
And  never  even  try 

To  hold  it  close  awhile; 
Would  you?     Would  I? 

To  gaze  into  her  eyes, 
And  never  even  try 
To  read  love's  story  there; 
Would  you?     Would  I? 

To  see  her  lips  so  sweet, 
And  never  even  try 

To  kiss  them  quick,  or  die; 
Would  you?     Would  I? 


fteoufo  ^  ^iSJtf  t^aften  Cfjee! 


Where  goest  thou,  oh  soul, 

That  say'st  good-by, 
And  leavest  me  alone 

'Neath  cheerless  sky 
Of  death-world  mystery  ? 

Where  shall  I  seek  thee, 
Soul  from  mine  astray? 

To  which  star-home  afar 
Shall  I  wend  way 

In  search  of  thee  ? 

Oh,  soul  asleep;  would  fate 

Might  loan  its  chart 
And  compass  of  eternity, 

To  guide  me  where  thou  art, 
That  I  might  waken  thee. 


Happiness 

'Neath  radiant  skies 
Love  wedded  hope 
In  joyous  days 
Of  June. 

Oh,  rapture  sweet 
To  be  hope's  bride 
When  rosebuds  wake 
In  bloom. 


Love  buried  hope 
'Neath  drifts  of 
Snow,  in  drear 
December. 

But  oh,  love's  woe, 
To  live  alone, 
Alone,  and  still 
Remember. 


tJje  OBueen  of  ^i 


Did  God  make  thee  so  fair, 
More  fair  than  others  are, 
For  this — 

That  I  should  dream  one  day 
On  earth,  and  lose  the  way 
To  heaven,  for  just  one  kiss? 


lobe, 


The  day  hath  golden  sunshine 

For  its  love,  the  night  hath  stars  ; 
Yet  days  there  be  when  sun 

Is  hid  by  cloud-drift  bars, 
And  night  doth  often  sigh, 

Where  art  thou,  Love,  my  stars, 

My  Love,  my  stars? 


Oh,  children,  children 
Of  my  troubled  soul, 

That  I  have  put  to  bed 
And  lulled  to  sleep, 

Why  will  ye  waken 
And  creep  back  within 

Mine  arms,  and  weep  ? 


34 


toortfjp  foil 


I  gather  in  my  mind 
Sweetest  thoughts  that  I  can  find, 

My  dear,  for  you, 
But  there  cometh  ne'er  a  time 
I  can  twine  them  into  rhyme 
That' 's  worthy  you  ! 


Oh,  dying  sun,  oh,  southern  wind 

Ablow  o'er  slumbering  seas ; 
Oh,  perfume-laden  air 

From  roses  loved  of  bees; 
Oh,  evening  star,  this  silent  hour 

Lead  thou  me  on  the  way 
To  gentle  sleep,  and  dreams 

Of  love,  and  love's  own  holiday. 


36 


Cfcito  of 


I  hold  within  mine  arms 

A  child  of  hope,  its  lips  so  sweet 
I  kiss  again  and  o'er  again, 

With  ne'er  a  dream  of  its  deceit, 
With  ne'er  a  thought  that  like  a  dream 

At  dawn  'twill  take  its  flight, 
Leaving  the  echo  of  a  lullaby, 

The  memory  of  a  star-lit  night. 


37 


It  waiteth  me 

Somewhere, 

Somewhere: 
Perchance  it  be 
In  desert  drear, 
On  mountain  height, 
'Mid  valley  low. 
Afar  or  near, 
I  do  not  know; 
I  simply  pray, 

Each  night, 

Each  day, 
Oh,  Thou  who  rulest  all, 

Who  guidest  all, 
Lead  me  unto  the 
Soul  that  loveth  me, 
That  waiteth  me, 

Somewhere, 

Somewhere. 

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Co  " 


Just  a  common  dog  are  you  ; 

They  call  you  brute,  they  do  ; 
But  I  tell  you  men  are  few 

Who  are  kind  to  me  as  you. 

As  I  look  into  your  face, 

I  seem  to  catch  a  trace 
Of  a  higher  life-born  race 

Which  somehow  fell  from  grace. 

But  I  love  you;  yes,  I  do; 

You  're  a  friend  that  's  ever  true; 
And  I  tell  you  men  are  few 

Who  are  kind  to  me  as  you. 


39 


|£ot  Better? 


If  on  the  morrow  our  good-by 
In  sadness  should  be  bound, 

Were  it  not  better  this  fair  day 
For  us  had  ne'er  been  found  ? 

If  on  the  morrow  tears  should  fall 
Love  sorrowing  at  life's  feet, 

Were  it  not  better  at  this  hour 
To  cry  —  Oh,  love,  retreat  ? 


40 


Within  the  realm  of  Mind 
God  builds  his  temple  fair, 

And  those  who  enter  in 

Find  peace  and  solace  there. 

Truth  at  its  portal  stands, 
Good  is  the  altar  there, 

Harmony  the  only  song, 
Love  the  eternal  prayer. 


Clear  twilight  skies, 

Far  clouds  afloat, 
And  many  a  note 

From  song-bird's  throat; 
While'st  moon,  alight 

With  glint  of  gold, 
Lists  tales  of  love 

Retold,  retold. 


2Defcoti0n 

To  thee,  above,  beyond 
All  other  souls 

I  dedicate  my  heart, 

And  there's  no  part 
Of  Life's  existence 

Fate  hath  willed  to  me 
That  I  in  selfishness 

Would  keep  from  thee. 


43 


Co  a  picture 

Bright  eyes  that  meet  mine  own, 

Yet  see  me  not ; 
Oh,  silent  lips  whose  words 

I  Ve  ne'er  forgot ; 
Fair  dainty  hands  of  white 

I  would  were  mine  ; 
Oh,  pictured  dream  to  me 

Almost  divine. 


£l)ougl)t  UnrolD 


Oh,  thought  that  dieth 

Ere  it  groweth  old, 
Oh,  dreamer's  dream, 

Oh,  thought  untold, 
Thou 'It  live  again  in 

Generations  new; 
Then  men  will  kneel 

To  worship  you. 


Soul  of  my  love's  own  soul, 
Hope  of  a  day  unseen, 

Thou  art  of  my  life's  self 
A  Queen,  my  Queen. 

Soul  of  thine  own  love's  soul, 
Dream  of  awak'ning  spring, 

Let  me  of  thine  own  self 
Be  King,  thy  King. 


Content 

Content,  thou  mother  of  all 
Happy  hours,  praise  be  to  thee! 
Queen  spirit  of  life's  best  estate, 
Oh,  comfort  me. 

Content,  thou  mother  of  all 
Good  to  men,  praise  be  to  thee! 
Earth  hath  no  restful  place, 
Except  with  thee. 


47 


Love's  little  likings  thrill 

One  as  a  honey-bee 
Sweet  whisp'ring  to  a  rose, 

"I  love  but  thee;" 
Whilst  yearning  souls  alive 

With  love  intensified, 
In  silence  wait  and  sigh ; 
Oh,  God,  why  must  we  die 

Unsatisfied! 


2Di£content 

Years  have  been  mine  to  know 
Life's  way;  its  crossings  show 
Men's  footsteps  on  the  trail 
Of  time,  and  yet  I  fail 
To  find  one  place  where  I 
Can  say,  'tis  here  I  dare 
To  wait  and  pitch  my  tent:  — 
Oh,  night  of  discontent, 
Would  I  might  see  one  star 
Anear  and  never  know,  'tis  far! 


£torm  to  Calm 

Wild  winds  of  western  wilds 
A-war  'neath  cloud-rib' d  skies 

Of  yestere'en, 

How  calm  thy  sullen  sound 
At  dawn,  as  eastward  dies 
The  hours  between. 


hi0^  lament 


No  day  was  dark,  and  night 

Did  daytime  seem 

When  thou  wert  here  : 
Now  all  my  soul  is  drear, 

For  thou  art  gone,  my  Queen, 

And  day  is  night,  and  night 
Is  one  long  year. 


itife 

MORNING 

A  listless  sea! 
And  children  on  its  shore 
At  play  with  shells  and  sand 

Hear  song  of  waves. 

NOON 

A  restless  sea ! 
And  men  upon  its  shore 
In  tears  see  ships  out-stand 

O'er  mad'ning  waves. 

NIGHT 

A  surging  sea ! 
And  sea-gulls  near  its  shore 
View  wrecks  strewn  'long  the  land, 

And  new-made  oraves. 

O 

52 


SDreamg  €ome  €rue 


From  memory-land  there  comes  to 
day 

A  love-born  thought  that  went  astray 
In  ages  gone,  when  you  and  I 
Were  lovers  'neath  another  sky, 
In  other  spheres,  where  dreams  came 

true, 
And  every  hour  was  heaven  with  you. 

But  oh,  sweetheart,  again  thou'rt  near, 
Far  flown  is  every  whisp'ring  fear, 
Joy    ends  time's  war  of   sorrowing 

strife. 

I  hear  anew  love's  song  of  life, 
Again  in  rapture,  dreams  come  true, 
For  heaven  once  more  is  mine,  with  you. 


53 


In  silence  buildest  thou  a  tomb  for 
care 

Which  burd'neth  me  on  every  hand ; 

Life's  gentle  nurse  art  thou,  yet  lur 
ing  me 

So  near  to  death,  I  fail  to  understand ! 


54 


&  SDteam 

Thou  dost  untwine  the  tangled  skein 
Of  thoughts  my  mind  enfolds, 

A  lullaby  sleep  singeth  me, 
And  paradise  my  soul  beholds. 


55 


SDeatf)  of  a 


On  a  maiden's  breast 

A  rose-bud  lies ; 
Its  eyes  meet  hers; 

In  tears  it  sighs  ; 
Oh,  cruel  death, 

That  thou  shouldst  come 
The  very  hour 

Her  heart  I  won. 


No  word  across  the  wide  expanse  of 

space 

Comes  to  my  heart  asleep  in  lone 
liness; 
The  day  is  weary  of  time's  ling'ring 

pace, 

My  soul  is  lost  in  strange  forget- 
fulness. 


<£>orroto  ftntoifc 


Wee  fairy  lily-bell, 
Cradle  for  bees, 
O'er-rocking  a  grave 

'Neath  moss-covered  trees; 
Little  thou  knowest 

The  sorrow  untold 
My  heart  doth  contain 
As  thy  life  I  behold. 


&rt 


Weird,  haunting  spirits  of  unrest 
Steal  serpent-like  into  my  breast 
When  thou'rt  not  near. 

Calm  is  my  soul  as  summer  sea, 
Life's  one  sweet  song  of  harmony, 
When  thou  art  near. 


Qtttejtt 

Oh,  gladsome  yesterday,  so  kind  to 

me, 

E'en  yet  I  see 
The  smile  upon  thy  face; 
Ah,  if  I  could  retrace 
The  steps  which  led  me  far  away 
Within  life's  wilderness  astray, 
I'd  fly  to  thee. 

Oh,  wearisome  to-day,  unkind  to  me, 

I'd  sentence  thee 
To  lasting  banishment, 
E'en  death  as  punishment 
For  all  thy  treachery, 
If  I  might  thus  be  free 
And  rid  of  thee. 


Oh,  morrow,  wake;  come  speedily; 

Oh,  come  to  me ! 
As  doth  a  convict  wait 
Behind  a  prison  gate, 
Wait  I  impatiently 
Life's  grander  liberty 

With  thee,  with  thee. 


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A  little  maiden's 
Eyes  so  bright, 

Unto  my  heart 

Brought  new  delight. 

A  little  maiden's 
Charming  ways, 

Led  hope  a  chase 
For  many  days. 

The  little  maiden 

Ran  away, 
But  hope  pursues  her 

Every  day. 


Co  a 


Rose,  red  rose,  new  born 
Of  life's  rich  red'ning  blood, 

Why  liv'st  thou  not  a  day 
Beyond  the  flowing  flood 

Of  this  fair  day  in  which 
Thou  art  supreme? 

Rose,  red  rose,  new  born 
Of  life's  sweet  morning  dew, 

Live  thou  love's  morrow-day 
With  me,  then  through 

An  endless  sleep 

With  thee  I'll  dream. 


Hear  Greeting 


May  God's  rich  gift — content 

Abide  with  you, 
Each  hour  of  every  day, 

The  whole  year  through. 


"Bon  Voyage," — God  bless  you,- 
Safe  return; 

These  wishes  go  to  thee 
In  loving  thought,  as  sails  the  ship, 

Across  the  bay,  across  the  sea. 


Bright  is  the  day  and  fair, 
And  sweet  life's  roundelay, 
Hope  is  one  blissful  dream, 
For  Love  is  Queen  to-day, 

Is  Queen  to-day. 
Oh,  drear  the  day  and  cold, 
Whilst  Love  of  yesterday 
Lies  dead  within  my  heart 
And  Hope  hath  fled  away,— 

Hath  fled  away. 


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2DUO 

Two  voices  blend  in  melody  a  song 
So  sweet  heaven  seemeth  near; 
One  singer's  eyes  are  filled  with  smiles 
Whilst  in  the  other's  dwells  a  tear. 

Thus  in  life's  wondrous  song 
(That  endless  caroling  of  years), 
Who  knows  when  smiles  are  sorrow- 
born, 

Who  knows  when  joy  finds  birth  in 
tears? 


ilofce'g 


To  live  one's  day, 
And  find  the  hours 

In  which  to  cull 

Love's  sweetest  flowers, 
Is  life. 

To  live  one's  day, 

And  never  find 
One  flower,  or  know 

Love's  heart  is  kind, 
Is  death. 


Co  a 


May  happy  hours 
And  sweetest  flowers 
Be  strewn  along 
Life's  way  for  thee, 
Unceasingly. 

And  may  the  light 
Of  love  burn  bright, 
As  God's  own  stars, 
Which  shine  for  thee, 
Unchangingly. 


Coo  £oon! 

The  song  of  a  bird 

At  eve  to  its  mate ; 
The  kisses  of  youth 

At  the  wicker  gate; 
The  life  of  a  rose, 

A  lullaby  tune; 
Ah,  the  end  of  it  all 

Cometh  too  soon. 


a 


Only  a  rose  upon  whose 

Bosom  gently  lies 
The  mirror'd  loveliness 

Of  thine  enchanting  eyes. 

Only  a  rose,  yet  dies 

In  blissful  ecstacy, 
Singing  love's  sweetest  song, 

Dear  heart,  to  you,  to  me. 


of  fate 


Oh,  world  of  fate 

Within  a  fateful  world; 
Day  crowns  a  king, 

Yet  night  hath  hurled 
His  throne  of  hope 

In  fragments  down, 
Ere  day  anew 

Another  king  doth  crown ! 


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Through  silent  paths  of  night 

Thy  spirit  comes  to  me, 
Luring  my  soul  to  sleep 

In  dreams  of  ecstasy, 
Dreams  of  enchanted  days, 

When  love  and  harmony, 
Shall  hold  us  in  their  arms 

Throughout  eternity ! 


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I've  sought  thee  everywhere, 

In  cranny  nooks, 

By  winding  brooks, 
Through  stormy  days  and  fair; 

'Mid  snow,  'mid  flowers, 

For  countless  hours 
I've  searched  in  vain  for  thee. 

Oh,  dream-born  sprite, 

Thou  elfin  mite, 
I  pray  thee,  Come  to  me  ! 


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fainter 


Oh,  winter  winds, 

Thou'rt  kindlier  than  I  thought, 

When  summer  sun  and  flower 

Oft  to  mine  eyelids  brought 

A  tear  in  dread  of  thee. 

Oh,  winter  winds 

And  snow,  thy  chilling  cold 

E'en  cheers  my  soul  as  in 

A  dream  mine  eyes  behold 

A  summer  sky  and  sea. 


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Rose  o'  the  budding  time, 
Rose  in  the  bloom, 

Rose  o'  the  fading  time, 
Why  die  so  soon? 

Love  o'  the  loving  hours, 
Love  in  its  prime, 

Tears  and  a  broken  heart, 
Why  art  thou  mine  ? 


'£  perfect 


Love's  perfect  way  is  made 

Of  hallow'd  things, — 
From  tender  kindliness, 

And  joy  that  sings 
Responsive  songs  in  hearts 

Attune  to  love, 
Whilst  life  learns  Love's  intent, 

From  God  above ! 


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2Dearie  SDear 


My  dearie  dear,  to  thee 

The  birds  are  singing  sweet; 

Would  I  their  songs  could  sing 
Thine  ears  to  greet. 

My  dearie  dear,  for  thee 
The  sweetest  roses  grow  ; 

Would  I  a  rose  might  be 
To  love  thee  so. 

My  dearie  dear,  for  thee 
Love  hath  its  castle  fair; 

Would  I  and  song  and  rose 
With  thee  were  there! 


Supplication 


I  do  implore  thee,  give  me  now  the 

flowers 
Which  some  day  thou   wouldst  lay 

upon  my  breast. 
Oh,  give  them  now  whilst  I  am  here 

with  thee, 
Not  when  in  death  my  weary  hands 

find  rest. 

I  pray  thee  give   me  now  thy  faith 

and  trust. 
My  longing   soul    craves    words    of 

praise  from  thee, 
And  if  thou  hast  but  one  sweet  word 

of  love 
To  give,  I  beg  thee,  give  it  now  to 

me! 

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Sweetheart,  from  meadow-land, 

Kissed  by  the  dew, 
These  little  violets 

Came  forth  for  you, 
Breathing  sweet  fragrance, 

Gently  to  say, 
My  heart  is  thine,  love, 

Now  and  alway. 


25irtf)tiap  Greeting 


May  ever  the  days  be  gladsome 

Always  the  skies  be  blue, 
Love  be  a  faithful  companion, 

Friends  be  many  and  true, 
Flowers  in  abundance  thy  portion, 

Never  the  briars  nor  rue, 
Harvests  of  peace  and  contentment. 

These  are  my  wishes  for  you. 


To  see  a  ship  sail  out, 
And  shed  no  tear 

As  waves  run  high 
And  seamen  fear. 

To  see  a  ship  astrand, 
And  never  sigh 

As  waves  roll  in 
And  seamen  die. 


Cime'0  Crio 


Yesterday:  to-day: 

To-morrow! 
Trio  of  Time's  way. 

If  sorrow 
Came  with  yesterday, 

Then  borrow 
None  for  present  day; 

Let  morrow 
Slay  in  its  own  way 

All  sorrow! 


Remember? 


Aye,  each  happy  hour 

Of  all  the  days, 
Love  led  us  through 

Its  charmed  ways, 
Whilst  you  to  me, 

And  I  to  you, 
Were  all  the  world; 

And  well  I  knew 
Heav'n  must  be  near, 

For  in  your  eyes 
My  soul  didst  find 

A  paradise. 


Others  come  and  onward  go, 
Like  fleeting  clouds  'neath  skies 
of  blue, 

But  ne'er  a  one  appeals  to  me, 
For  ne'er  a  one  is  just  like  you. 

I  mingle  with  life's  rushing  throng, 
In  vain  endeavor  to  forget, 

But  all  the  while  I  yearn  for  you, 
The  "you"  I  love  and  can't  forget. 

'Tis  you  my  longing  soul  doth  crave, 
For  you  impatiently  I  wait, 

Just  you,  —  my  own,  come,  come  to 

me, 
For  I  am  lonely,  desolate. 


A  Lily  of  white 

And  a  Rose  of  red 
Grew  in  the  yard 

Of  the  old  homestead; 
I  list'ned  the  Rose 

As  he  sang  his  song 
To  the  Lily  fair 

The  whole  day  long — 
Sweetheart,  sweetheart, 

Love  me  true, 
My  heart's  love 
Is  all  for  you. 

The  bees  kissed  the  Lily 

Softly  sweet, 
The  butterflies  danced 

Around  her  feet; 

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But  her  heart  she  gave 
To  the  Rose  of  red, 
As  she  kissed  his  Jips 
And  whisp'ring  said: 
Sweetheart,  dearest, 

I  love  thee, 
Dearest,  sweetheart, 
Only  thee. 


Sweet  Summerland, 
Bright  sunshine-land, 
Where  fairies  play 
The  livelong  day, 
I  wish  for  thee. 
Gay  Summerland 
I  wish  for  thee. 


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Oh,  Winterland, 
Drear  Winterland, 
Of  Snowdrifts  white 
And  Wind,  and  Night, 
I  wish  not  thee 
Cold  Winterland, 
I  wish  not  thee. 


In  bright  sun-border'd  days 

Of  love's  believing, 
O'er  hope's  far-reaching  plain 
Runs  youth. 


Jtoeggionai 

Through  night-crowned  yesterdays 

Of  love's  deceiving, 
What  star  to  age  brings  light 

Of  truth? 


No  voice  so  sacred  to  my  ear, 
No  love  to  me  is  half  so  dear 
As  Mother's. 

No  other  friend  could  be 
A  friend  in  great  adversity — 
Like  mother. 

In  sorrow's  hour,  deserted,  love, 
She  gently  says,  My  child,  come  home 
To  Mother. 

No  chiding  for  my  erring  ways, 
Only  a  tear,  as  for  me  prays, 
My  Mother 

Oh,  hands  of  mine,  with  gladness  lay 
The  flowers  of  peace  along  life's  way 

For  Mother. 
1896. 

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Love's  plaintive  sigh, 

Good-bye, 
A  chant  of  fears, 
A  flood  of  tears, 
The  scourge  of  years, 
Love's  plaintive  sigh, 

Good-bye, 

Good-bye. 


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